I hope Lord Jiraiya can have a happy ending in this life.
Obito silently thought to himself.
Jiraiya had loved Tsunade his whole life.
But because he had been one step too late back then, he had missed his chance for a lifetime.
In the end.
Jiraiya had finally worked up the courage to make that bet with Tsunade.
Yet Tsunade, who always lost her bets, had won that time...
Of course, there might have been another possibility.
Perhaps Tsunade had never won a single bet, because in her heart, she had bet on him coming back alive.
Obito muttered inwardly.
Lord Jiraiya, I've already found you an excuse. You'd better seize this chance!
Don't let me down!
The meal was almost over.
Konan and Obito sat together, chatting.
Nagato and Yahiko kept Jiraiya company, knocking back one cup after another.
One of them was now the village chief, and the other was the Village Party Secretary.
They had long since built up their tolerance, and Jiraiya kept exclaiming how much he was enjoying drinking with them.
The Land of Grass.
Kusagakure.
Two figures in black cloaks walked down the street.
Their calm, unruffled demeanor was completely at odds with the fearful atmosphere in the village.
Uchiha Setsuna frowned and asked.
"Did Kusagakure just go through a war?"
Black Zetsu, beside him, nodded.
"Yes, Lord Setsuna."
"Unless something unexpected has happened, the target of our trip should be in the hospital."
Setsuna gave a slight nod.
He glanced at a random passerby and read their memories.
"Let's go. This way."
A short while later.
The two arrived at Kusagakure's hospital.
The small hospital was now packed.
Even the corridors were lined with wounded people, a testament to the severity of Kusagakure's casualties.
After winding their way through the hospital.